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clover cloud in the mist of the dawn

Posted to Action Poetry




clover cloud in the mist of the dawn
and a lucid translucent elusive parade
marching in the gunk of the slushy highway
carbon water frozen under the sides of their shoes
working their way into my day
i can feel them coming for me
i won't go with them
i won't be with them, they're either my boys
or not there at all
i'm so paranoid, feel like building up a wall
around my skull